Long Poems About Narrative
#narrative
The Wall and the Mountain
I've lived and died on the surface
of the planet and now, drenched in
coagulating blood I walk with no belongings.
Keep the faith!
Amongst the teachers of mystic light, and white
glory found in the dark inner caves beyond diamond
and coal then bedrock and fire.
The road did melt with waving heat
and my shoeless feet trudge on because I'm lighter
than i used to be.
And all at once I saw a great wall.
The wall was great in size and terrible to behold,
And men of every tribe and nation, and kindred
and...
of the planet and now, drenched in
coagulating blood I walk with no belongings.
Keep the faith!
Amongst the teachers of mystic light, and white
glory found in the dark inner caves beyond diamond
and coal then bedrock and fire.
The road did melt with waving heat
and my shoeless feet trudge on because I'm lighter
than i used to be.
And all at once I saw a great wall.
The wall was great in size and terrible to behold,
And men of every tribe and nation, and kindred
and...
#mountains
#narrative
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DECET DIABOLUS PRINCEPS
NAM EA EST
SUPER
FAIRYTALE
She lays on a carpet of freshly fallen snow,
Pale skin matches the frostiness around her.
Raven hair splayed out on the ground,
For her the fairytale is now over.
Her existence in visions
Have left me blinded
By her gleam.
She once was sleeping
A beauty under the spell
Of living death.
But too soon it was over
For she could not last
The dreadful winters.
The saints have slain
Those in the rain,
Left behind.
The Princes have gone, ...
SUPER
FAIRYTALE
She lays on a carpet of freshly fallen snow,
Pale skin matches the frostiness around her.
Raven hair splayed out on the ground,
For her the fairytale is now over.
Her existence in visions
Have left me blinded
By her gleam.
She once was sleeping
A beauty under the spell
Of living death.
But too soon it was over
For she could not last
The dreadful winters.
The saints have slain
Those in the rain,
Left behind.
The Princes have gone, ...
#dark
#narrative
#gothic #evil
#gothic #evil
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All Hemingways Must Suffer
#narrative
#ShortStory
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Larry meets Maria
So there was this young boy sitting on bench in a park. it was a nippy day out but not to cold. As He is sitting watching the ducks playing, he sees this young girl crying near the sandbox. He walks over to her and asks what's wrong. She says my mommy and daddy left me here without my dog. The boy puzzled now says well where did they go. I don't know she replies they said something about how they didn't need me anymore, the dog is better company then i am, shrugging her shoulders she says I must agree that was a cool dog you know. The boy stunned says we should go alert someone. Oh no no...
#children
#narrative
#scary
#prose
#mystery
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